[Bridge] [Speak] Erlithane Before the Curse Before shadow fell, the kingdom of Erlithane was a jewel beneath the heavens. Rolling meadows of silver grass stretched between forests so dense the light broke in emerald shards upon the moss. Rivers ran clear and warm, flowing from crystalline peaks crowned with three golden suns that bathed the land in endless dawn. The people of Erlithane knew no famine, no war, and believed their peace eternal. Bells rang from marble towers, and songbirds nested in the rafters of cathedrals built to gods who smiled upon them. It was a living paradise, untouched by decay or despair. [Chorus] [Hit HARD] Vistigial had their eye on the land, Kereth saw the curruption at hand, Taking measures to protect her kin, She gave up life to shield her sin. [Bridge] [Speak] Kareth’s Youth In those bright years, Kareth Von Drel was only a girl a wild spirit on horseback, her laughter echoing through the high valleys. She raced her brother along the cliffs of the Moonspire Range, her braid streaming behind her like a banner of sunlight. The people adored her for her courage and curiosity. While others attended courts, she wandered the healer’s halls, collecting herbs and learning the old rites of alchemy. She swore she would never be a queen, but rather a guardian of the living, a shepherd of health and hope. Few imagined how far that vow would carry her. [Chorus] [Hit HARD] Vistigial had their eye on the land, Kereth saw the curruption at hand, Taking measures to protect her kin, She gave up life to shield her sin. [Bridge] [Speak] The First Signs of Sickness The first whispers came from a village on the western border a quiet place of millers and shepherds named Vaelrun. The Von Drels received word that its people had fallen ill with a wasting fever no herb could cure. Fields lay untended, animals starved in their pens, and the local priest had stopped answering the temple bell. Out of duty and compassion, Kareth rode there herself, bringing healers, alchemists, and light-bearers from the royal order. What she found upon arrival was not illness, but something older something that smelled of earth long sealed and air long unbreathed. [Chorus] [Hit HARD] Vistigial had their eye on the land, Kereth saw the curruption at hand, Taking measures to protect her kin, She gave up life to shield her sin. [Bridge] [Speak] The Source of the Plague At first, she thought it a curse of pestilence yet no rot or rash could explain the pallor of the sick, their eyes gone milky as moonstone. They spoke in tongues while they slept and whispered to the soil beneath their cots. Digging through the graveyard soil, Kareth found bone dust that pulsed faintly in moonlight. The healers recoiled. There was necromantic residue in the very ground. Someone or something had been calling to the dead, drawing the breath of the living through the cracks of their tombs. [Chorus] [Hit HARD] Vistigial had their eye on the land, Kereth saw the curruption at hand, Taking measures to protect her kin, She gave up life to shield her sin. [Bridge] [Speak] The Dead Stir That night, beneath a cold and starless sky, the first corpse rose. A farmer’s wife, long buried, clawed her way from the grave with nails blackened by soil. Her mouth moved as though praying, but no sound came only the rush of wind drawn inward. When morning came, the villagers’ homes stood empty, doors ajar, candles burned to stubs. The graveyard stirred like a sea in storm. The sickness had become something far worse. [Chorus] [Hit HARD] Vistigial had their eye on the land, Kereth saw the curruption at hand, Taking measures to protect her kin, She gave up life to shield her sin. [Bridge] [Speak] The Necromancers Arrive When Kareth returned to Vaelrun the next evening, she was not alone. Figures in dark robes already stood among the dead, chanting in low tones. Their torches burned blue, their hands tracing sigils into the air that shimmered with smoke. They did not look surprised to see her only amused. One of them spoke her name before she gave it. “The Lady of Life,” he called her, “come to watch death perfected.” Her guards charged, but the shadows themselves struck back, swallowing steel and bone alike. That was the first time Kareth saw the symbol that would haunt her dreams a spiral eye weeping black tears. [Chorus] [Hit HARD] Vistigial had their eye on the land, Kereth saw the curruption at hand, Taking measures to protect her kin, She gave up life to shield her sin. [Bridge]
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